Dene's latest book, Down A Country Lane, inspired a couple of thoughts about our country lane for me, too. (Photos of our real country lane by Katie Whipple Photography.)

Through circumstances too complex to explain here, when we bought our five acres, it was the only piece in about 200 acres with a clear title. This had the great advantage of providing a lot of elbow room for us and play room for the boys. The downside was that I was solely responsible for our 4/10 mile access lane. It was created by driving through what had been open pasture and woods down the right-of-way created by a surveyors plat map.

Florida is sandy. It rains 4" today and you have to water your plants the day after tomorrow. Except, in our area, there is a subsoil strata of clay about 2 feet down. Thus, in a 50 yard long depression between two rises in the lane, the rain collected into a one to two foot deep puddle that took days to percolate through the soil. It had no outlet to run downhill and away. About the time it dried out, it rained again. The car had to be parked outside the puddle. Elsewhere, Dene has written about wading through, drying our legs and going to church and reversing the process to get home. Don't come to us with frivolous excuses for missing church (read that: all excuses are frivolous).

Obviously, I had to do something. Just as obviously, I could not afford equipment rentals. An insurance customer had several dump truck loads of roofing rock from a demolished building. He asked me to take all I wanted. Every night after I finished selling, I stopped and shoveled a load onto my Isuzu pickup and drove home with my nose in the air, front wheels pretending to touch the pavement. Every morning, I shoveled the rock until I had covered that 50 yard area of the drive about 3-4 inches deep. The rains came again and the rock beat into the mud and we had to get the neighbor to pull us out again. And, start wading again.

So, I dug a ditch over 100 yards long to the highway with a shovel. I threw the dirt up into that same Isuzu pickup and hauled it down to the house to landscape to divert the water from running under our DWMH. I shoveled, Dene raked it out. The ditch was 2 shovels wide and was hip deep to cut through the rise but tapered to less than a foot deep at the road. Finally, we had reliable access to our home 22 months after we moved here.

Much of my "training up the boys in the way they should go" came from necessities like this. Of course, the first lesson to them was how important church was to us. You cannot teach your children to love God if every obstacle prevents you from assembling to worship. They follow your example, not your words. Did I mention that we killed about a dozen rattlesnakes and cottonmouths in this same period? During this time, we followed a weak flashlight beam ¼ mile from the puddle to the house. We never missed services due to this inconvenience.

This was roof rock, so it came with nails and pieces of glass. I paid the boys (age 9 and 7) a nickel for each nail they found in the road and a penny for each piece of glass. I stressed how important it was to find them all as we could not afford to buy new tires if one caused a flat. Thus, they learned about working and earning but also with a sense of responsibility toward the family and making a contribution to our survival.

They saw persistence and saw it pay off. More than one person said the ditch could not be done without equipment. The boys learned to never give up by seeing the results. When one thing did not work (the rock) we started another. We never quit.

They saw a father in action caring for his family with all he had. I had no money, limited income, no equipment. But, I did all I could because my family needed me to do so. None of it was heroic. There are no medals, no monuments except those that live on in my two sons.

Keith Ward

[This photo shows how much the original road has been built up over the years and the ditch graded out.]

A long time ago, a couple entrusted their two teenage daughters to us while they worked away from the area for six months. I was 29 years old at the time, and 7 or 8 years from having teenagers of my own. I doubt we really knew what we were getting into, but we agreed and did our best.

Having someone give the care of their children into your hands for more than just a couple of hours is terrifying. I think we probably made even stricter decisions than we did with our own children when the first one hit that milestone age of 13 several years later. This isn’t like borrowing a lawn mower, or even a luxury automobile—these were souls we were asked to look after, in some of their most important years.

Those girls are grown now, even older than we were when they lived with us. In spite of those six months, they turned out very well, as have their own children. I doubt it had anything to do with us, but you had better believe that we were on our toes far more in those six months than at any other time in our lives. Still, we made mistakes, but it wasn’t for lack of praying and considering before we did anything.

I am sure you can understand how we felt. Here’s the thing, as a famous fictional TV detective is wont to say: all of us who are parents are given Someone Else’s kids to care for. All souls are mine, God said in Ezek 18:4. The Hebrew writer calls Him “the Father of spirits” in 12:9, the same word he uses in verse 23, “the spirits of just men made perfect.” God is the Father of all souls, including those children of His He has entrusted to our care. How careful should we be about raising them?

I have seen too many parents who are more concerned with their careers, with their personal “fulfillment,” and their own agendas. They want children because that is what you do, the thing that is expected by society, and a right they feel they must exercise, not because they want to spend the time it takes to care for them. “I’m too busy for that,” they say of everything from nursing and potty training to teaching them Bible stories and their ABCs. When you decide to take on the privilege of caring for one of God’s souls, you have obligated yourself to whatever time it takes to do it properly and with the care you would for the most valuable object anyone ever entrusted into your hands.

If realizing that the souls of the children in your home are God’s doesn’t terrify you at least a little bit, you probably aren’t doing a very good job of taking care of them.

And he said unto them, Set your heart unto all the words which I testify unto you this day, which you shall command your children to observe to do, even all the words of this law. For it is no vain thing for you; because it is your life… Deuteronomy 32:46-47.

I think most Christians understand courtesy. Granted we have somehow raised a generation that must be reminded sometimes to consider how their actions affect others, but most of the time that reminder works with young Christians, bringing about a surprised look and a hasty, "Oh, I never thought of that." Courtesy and consideration should be a hallmark characteristic of a Christian, especially courtesy where it is not deserved.

And if anyone would sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. And if anyone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. ​Give to the one who begs from you, and do not refuse the one who would borrow from you. (Matt 5:40-42)

To have lawsuits at all with one another is already a defeat for you. Why not rather suffer wrong? Why not rather be defrauded? (1Cor 6:7). Do not repay evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary, bless, for to this you were called, that you may obtain a blessing. (1Pet 3:9)

But for some reason we seem to have trouble with this in our homes. Think about this: we often talk to our spouses worse than we do to perfect strangers. Instead of asking politely, we issue orders. Instead of a please, we bellow, or screech, as the gender may be.

I have heard men talk to their wives like slaves, "Bring me a coke, get me the paper, why did you hide my ________," as if its disappearance could only be her fault. I have heard wives talk to their husbands the same way: "Go get me this, go get me that, go do this or that for me, I can't believe you did that in my house," as if it were not his house, too. I even stood in a kitchen once while a wife berated her husband in front of half a dozen other women who were also embarrassingly caught in the onslaught. We talk to the people we claim to love worse than we would ever speak to someone we don't know, standing in line at the grocery store.

"If I can't be myself at home, where can I be?" I've often heard as an excuse. Where you are is not the issue, but who you are. A kind, courteous person will be that way anywhere. To anyone. But especially at home.

Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered or resentful. (1Cor 13:4-5)

We eat a lot of soup. It’s cheap, filling, and healthy. Even a 400 calorie bowlful is a good meal, and most are far less fattening, coming in at about 200 per serving. You won’t get tired of it because of the nearly infinite variety.

We have had ham and bean soup, navy bean soup, and white bean and rosemary soup. We’ve had cream of potato soup, baked potato soup, and loaded baked potato soup. I’ve made bouillabaisse, chicken tortilla, pasta Fagioli, and egg drop soups. For more special occasions I have prepared shrimp bisque, French onion, and vichyssoise. We’ve warmed our bones with gumbo, mulligatawny, and clam chowder. I’ve made practically every vegetable soup there is including broccoli cheese soup, roasted tomato soup, and lentil soup. And if you want just plain soup, I have even made chicken noodle. You can have soup every week for a year and not eat the same one twice.

Not only is it cheap to make, it’s usually cheap to buy. Often the lowest priced item on a menu is a cup of soup. I can remember it less than a dollar in my lifetime. Even now it’s seldom over $3.50. So why in the world would I ever exchange a bowl of soup for something valuable?

By now your mind should have flashed back to Jacob and Esau. Jacob must have been some cook. I have seen the soup he made that day described as everything from lentils to kidney beans to meat stew. It doesn’t really matter. It was a simple homespun dish, not even a gourmet concoction of some kind.

Usually people focus on Jacob, tsk-tsk-ing about his conniving and manipulation, but think about Esau today. Yes, he was tired and hungry after a day’s hunt. But was he really going to starve? I’ve had my men come in from a day of chopping wood and say, “I could eat a horse,” but not only did I not feed them one, they would not have eaten it if I had. “I’m starving,” is seldom literal.

The Bible makes Esau’s attitude plain. After selling his birthright—his double inheritance—for a bowl of soup, Moses writes, Thus Esau despised his birthright, Gen 25:34. If that inheritance had the proper meaning to him, it would have taken far more than any sort of meal to get it away from him. As it was, that was one expensive bowl of soup!

The Hebrew writer uses another word for Esau—profane--a profane person such as Esau, who for one mess of meat sold his own birthright, Heb 12:16. That word means “unholy.” It means things pertaining to fleshly existence as opposed to spiritual, things relevant to men rather than God. It is the exact opposite of “sacred” and “sanctified.” Jacob understood the value of the birthright, and he also understood his brother’s carnal nature. He had him pegged. So did God.

What important things are we selling for a mess of pottage? Have you sold your family for the sake of a career? Have you sold your integrity for the sake of wealth? Have you sold your marriage for the sake of a few “I told you so’s?” Have you sold your place in the body of Christ for a few opinions? Have you sold your soul for the pleasure you can have here and now?

Examine your life today, the things you have settled for instead of working for, the things you have given up and the things you gave them up for. Have you made some really bad deals? Can you even recognize the true value of what you have lost? Don’t despise the blessings God has given you. Don’t sell your family, or your character, or your soul for a bowl of soup.

Brothers, join in imitating me, and keep your eyes on those who walk according to the example you have in us. For many, of whom I have often told you and now tell you even with tears, walk as enemies of the cross of Christ. Their end is destruction, their god is their belly, and they glory in their shame, with minds set on earthly things. But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ,Phil 3:17-20.

Part 14 of the series. For the earlier segments, click on "Bible Study" on the right sidebar.

Just as we should know some basics about Hebrew in order to avoid making foolish errors in our reasoning, we should know at least a little about Greek, the language of the New Testament. So let's learn a little something about it.

First, at the time of the New Testament, Greek was written in uppercase letters only. That's important because too many times I have heard people in Bible classes say something like, "Well, it has to be talking about the Holy Spirit because it's capitalized." ALL the letters are capitalized. In fact, in our culture we would be thinking that God is yelling at us, which of course He isn't, though I am sure He would like to fairly often. When the translators see the word "SPIRIT" they must make the decision whether it means the Deity or an attitude, like school spirit or a spirit of unity. These men are often so reverent that when they are not certain which it means, they will capitalize it to make sure they do not insult the Holy Spirit. That was the mindset of the very early translations and translators, a wonderful mindset to be sure, but one that can and has often caused misinterpretations. Be careful with those capital letters and don't make any arguments based upon them.

Second, no spaces existed between words and there was no punctuation. In the classic example, imagine you saw this sentence: ISAWABUNDANCEONTHETABLE. Now, is that "I saw a bun dance on the table," or "I saw abundance on the table?" The translators go primarily by context as well as common sense. I have never seen a bun dance on the table, neither the waltz nor the polka, but I have seen many feasts where indeed there was abundance on the table. That's why the translators are acknowledged scholars. They are used to handling that ancient language and all its peculiarities.

The point about punctuation is also important. Everyone knows that Paul had a penchant for long sentences, as in Eph 1:3-14. That is one sentence. The newer versions cater to our culture's desire for what I call "business writing"—short sentences that are simple to read and understand. That's fine in business writing. It is NOT fine when we are discussing important and profound subjects. You should always keep an older version handy when you are studying from a new one (NIV, ESV, etc.) so you know exactly what was written and see the connections. If your version includes a phrase or words four sentences later that were actually in the original one sentence, you may miss it. Yet these are the markers for the beginning and end of a thought. Yes, it is more difficult to read and comprehend a long sentence, but this is your soul we are talking about. You are supposed to be so deeply interested in these things that you will pore over them for hours, not give them a quick scan and move on. The New Testament is not a collection of sound bites!

Now about those italics. Words written in Italics are supposed to be words "not actually in the Greek." Many times those words are implied or even necessary to the Greek word they support, another thing those scholars know that we don't. (If you took Latin in high school like I did, this probably makes perfect sense to you.) When we say, "That italicized word is not there," a majority of the time (one scholar told me 99%), we are wrong. It has to be there because of the word choice by the author. Please be careful when you start spouting off about a language you neither understand nor speak

Having said all this about Hebrew and Greek, remember that very few points can be made from those languages that cannot be made from any language, including English. Our loving God would never have left us with something we could not understand and follow when He planned to judge us by it.

Charles Edward Coughlin was one of the first to broadcast religious programming over the radio, beginning in 1925. He eventually had up to thirty million listeners in the 1930s. He was a Roman Catholic priest, but his programs were more about politics than religion. He began with a series of attacks on socialism and Soviet communism and moved on to American capitalism. He even helped found a political party—the Union Party. Finally, due to some not-so-latent anti-Semitism, he was forced off the air, announcing it in his final program on September 23, 1939.

Others have stuck with religion and fared much better, Vernon McGee, Oral Roberts, and Billy Graham among them. Many went on to television, but for a couple of generations, a lot of folks got their weekly dose of religion from the hump-backed radio they carefully tuned in amid high-pitched whistles and static.

When I was young, radio evangelists were fond of ending their broadcasts with the directive to “put your hand on the radio and just believe.” That was supposed to instantly transform the person who did nothing but sit in his recliner with a cup of coffee (or a can of beer?) into a Christian, a true believer, a person of “faith.”

Most mainstream denominational theologians believe in this doctrine of “mental assent.” Faith is nothing more than believing, no action required. Surely that must be one of those things spawned by the itching ears of listeners who wanted nothing required of them. Just look at a few scriptures with me.

For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision counts for anything, but only faith working through love. Galatians 5:6. What was that? “Faith working…?” Faith isn’t supposed to “work,” or so everyone says. Did you know that Greek word is energeo? Can you see it? That’s the word we get “energy” and “energetic” from. I don’t remember seeing too many energetic people sitting in their recliners.

Only let your manner of life be worthy of the gospel of Christ, so that whether I come and see you or am absent, I may hear of you that you are standing firm in one spirit, with one mind striving side by side for the faith of the gospel, Philippians 1:27. Striving for the faith? Even in English “striving” implies effort. In fact, the Greek word is sunathleo. Ask any “athlete” if mental assent will help him win a gold medal or a Super Bowl ring and you’ll hear him laughing a mile away.

Even if I am to be poured out as a drink offering upon the sacrificial offering of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all, Philippians 2:17, ESV. Now that can’t be right. Everyone knows faith has nothing to do with outward observances of the law like sacrifices. Well, how about this translation? The ASV says “service of faith.” Anyway you look at it, whether sacrifice or service, it requires some sort of action on our parts.

Fight the good fight of faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called and about which you made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses,1 Timothy 6:12. Faith is a “fight.” That Greek word is agon from which we get our word “agony.” If you are a crossword puzzler, you know that an agon was a public fight in the Roman arena. Anyone who did nothing but sit there, with or without a recliner, didn’t last long.

To this end we always pray for you, that our God may make you worthy of his calling and may fulfill every resolve for good and every work of faith by his power, so that the name of our Lord Jesus may be glorified in you, and you in him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ. 2 Thessalonians 1:11-12. And there you have it in black and white: “work of faith.”

Nope, some say, the trouble is you keep quoting these men. Jesus never said any such thing. Jesus answered them, This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent,John 6:29. If faith itself is a work, how can we divorce the works it does from it?

We do have examples of mental assent in the scriptures, three that I could find easily.

You believe that God is one; you do well: the demons also believe, and shudder. James 2:19

But certain also of the strolling Jews, exorcists, took upon them to name over them that had the evil spirits the name of the Lord Jesus, saying, I adjure you by Jesus whom Paul preaches. And there were seven sons of one Sceva, a Jew, a chief priest, who did this. And the evil spirit answered and said unto them, Jesus I know, and Paul I know, but who are you? Acts 19:13-15

Those first two examples are powerful. The devil and his minions believe in the existence of God and the deity of Jesus. In fact, they know those things for a fact. They even, please notice, recognize Paul as one of the Lord’s ministers. So much for not paying attention to his or any other apostle’s writings. Then there is this one:

Nevertheless, many even of the authorities believed in him, but for fear of the Pharisees they did not confess it, so that they would not be put out of the synagogue; John 12:42. Those men believed too. They would have been thrilled to know they could put their hands on something in the privacy of their homes and “just believe.” They could have had their cake and eaten it too—become followers without actually following.

And therein lies the crux of the matter. It’s easy to sit in your recliner and listen. It’s too hard to work, to strive, to sacrifice and serve, and way too hard to fight until you experience the agony of rejection, tribulation, and persecution.

Guess what? Some of us believe this too. We just substitute the pew for the recliner. It doesn’t work that way either. God wants us up and on our feet, working, serving, sacrificing and fighting till the end, whenever and however that may happen.

Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Or do you not realize this about yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you?--unless indeed you fail to meet the test!2 Corinthians 13:5

I have never been artistic. The best portrait I ever drew was a stick man. I could never decorate a house. I have friends who can walk into a store, look at a picture or wall hanging and say, “That would look great over the table in the foyer.” Would it? I have no idea. Good thing we never had a foyer.

The same is true for my cooking. I could never make anything look like the picture. In fact, my boys learned to judge the taste of things by how ugly they were. If it fell apart on the plate when I served it, they shouted, “Oh boy! This is going to be good!” Food stylists? People who actually make a living making food look artistic? The mere thought of it just confuses me.

I am just as happy to have naturally curly hair. It will only do what it wants to. Saves me a lot of trouble trying to figure out what sort of hairdo would “enhance” my features. Which brings me to the point of all this—true beauty. When a people become so wealthy they can spend thousands on plastic surgery, worry about whether their teeth are white enough, and spend so much time making a plate look “pretty” that the food gets cold, we have become just a little too worried about how things look instead of how things are.

I came across the passage, One thing have I asked of Jehovah, that will I seek after; That I may dwell in the house of Jehovah all the days of my life, To behold the beauty of Jehovah, And to inquire in his temple.(Psa 27:4) So I wondered, what is “the beauty of Jehovah?” It obviously has nothing to do with white teeth, high cheekbones, and hour glass figures. (Hurray!)

It only took a little cross-referencing to find Psalm 63:2-5. Jehovah’s power, his glory, and his lovingkindness make him beautiful. Surely there are many other traits, but those certainly stand out from the various “gods” of the people around the Israelites. Petty, spiteful, and cruel well describe the idols the Gentiles worshipped, then and even into the first century. Read the mythology of the Greek gods and you will find the most loathsome characteristics ever attributed to a deity. How could anyone even think of worshipping such things? Yet they did, and actively resisted Jehovah, a God of beautiful character who was not unknown to them.

It makes sense then that his people would be judged by similar things. Deut 4:6-8 tells us that Israel would be judged as a wise and understanding people, whose God was near them and whose laws were righteous. Are we “beautiful,” a people whom God would be pleased to call his own? Are we wise and understanding? Are we righteous? Is God near us, or do we keep him as far away as possible except when we need him? Jesus condemned the Pharisees because they were worried more about the outside than the inside—they made pretty plates, but had ugly insides (Matt 23:25,26).

In general the world is blind to true beauty, whether in a picture, on a plate, or in a person. It makes sense that they would not consider the gospel beautiful either. “Foolishness” Paul says they call it. Just as it takes a hungry man to see the true beauty of a plate of good food, it takes a hungry soul to see the beauty of the gospel. As it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!" Paul quotes Isaiah in Rom 10:15. Is that what appeals to you? Or does it have to be some feel good piece of fluff that makes you laugh a lot before it’s worth listening to?

One of these days we will see the beauty of Jehovah, His glory and power. I wonder how many will think it isn’t beautiful, but horrifying instead, and only because they never desired to see it in the first place.

And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled only to those who are perishing. In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. 2 Cor 4:3-4.

I was doing research for a recent Bible class, wondering how a polygamous family arranged its living quarters, when I made a discovery. Fred Wight in his Manners and Customs of Bible Lands, quoting George Scherer, said that there was no Hebrew word for “home.” The closest thing is a word we would translate “house,” but which simply indicates “shelter” or “refuge.” To them a house is nothing more than a place to stay warm and dry.

The Hebrews did not believe any place on this earth was their home; they were “sojourners” as long as they lived. They spent as much time as possible outdoors with the God they worshipped and went inside only when necessary. Even the exterior of their houses was seldom inviting. They simply saw no need in spending money on anything transitory and unspiritual.

What a difference in their culture and ours, and it certainly colored a lot of my reading afterward. Notice these passages of scripture.I am a sojourner in the earth: hide not your commandments from me. Your statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage Psa 119:19,54.For we are strangers before you, and sojourners, as all our fathers were: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding. 1 Chron 29:15.These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth, Heb 11:13.Beloved, I beseech you as sojourners and pilgrims, to abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul; having your behavior seemly among the Gentiles; that, wherein they speak against you as evil-doers, they may by your good works, which they behold, glorify God in the day of visitation, 1 Pet 2:10,11.

Have you noticed the first thing many newly rich people do? They build themselves a fine house. Have you noticed what people do when they get older and feel that they have “finally arrived?” They buy themselves a bigger, better house, even after they no longer have a family to fill it with. Why is it that a “dream house” appeals to so many of us? It certainly cannot be security because nothing will draw thieves like a house that promises even more fine things inside it to steal, and the recent spate of storms proves that even big houses can be destroyed in the wink of an eye.

I think it’s about attachment to this world and the pride that says we should have certain things “befitting our station in life.” Since when is a Christian worried about such things? We need to have a little more of the Hebrew mindset. It really shouldn’t matter to us what we live in or where. This world is not our home, we so often sing. Are we lying when we do so?

I think back on the Garden of Eden, the perfect home God made for his children. Do you realize nothing is said about a beautiful house there? The garden was the perfect place, the place where in the evening God walked with his children.

Wherever God is, that is our true home. When we really believe that, so much that happens here will no longer matter. That perspective will help us overcome sin, bear trials, and serve others. That realization will keep us from coveting another’s wealth, including his fancy house, and it will keep us from wrecking our stewardship trying to buy things we cannot afford, and make us content with what we can.

Home is where the heart is, we say. Where is your heart this morning?

"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also, Matt 6:19-21.

I was humming that old tune a few weeks ago when I suddenly thought of that phrase in a slightly different light. “Tell me about it!” we sometimes say to people who are complaining about something, not realizing that we have had the same or worse experience. Or sometimes people say it to us, and if we are as mature as we like to believe, we suddenly stop whining out of sheer embarrassment, realizing that here is someone who has not only had the same experience but to an even worse degree. I often wish Jesus were here to say that to those who complain about his church.

So they hurt your feelings? They didn’t come see you when you were sick, they didn’t help you when you were depressed, they didn’t praise you in public after you did a good deed, the preacher preached a sermon that stepped on your toes, and you don’t like the way the Bible class teacher looked right at you when he mentioned a particular sin.

Tell it to Jesus. No one complimented him on his sermons. They usually just got mad and walked away. Even his own disciples scolded him for insulting the Jewish rulers. They called him a liar, a blasphemer, a madman, demon-possessed, and a child of fornication, none of which was true. He didn’t sit there pouting, he kept right on teaching, right on serving, even people who didn’t deserve it, like you and me.

So the elders won’t listen to you, especially when you think you have discovered something new. They won’t use you in the way you think you should be used. You aren’t asked to lead the singing as often as you think you should, or teach the classes you think you should be allowed to teach. They won’t give in to your pet ideas about how things should be said or done or presented. So why should you bother to try any longer? Why should you keep a good attitude, or do the things you are asked to do as well as you can when you aren’t even appreciated?

Tell it to Jesus. I found ten passages in the gospels where the people in charge “communed with one another” to see how “they might destroy him.” At least seven of those ten were completely different events. Has anyone in the church done that to you yet? Has anyone taken up rocks to stone you? Has anyone nearly pushed you over a cliff? Has anyone even come close to crucifying you yet?

No, but the church is full of hypocrites. Why should I even have to sit in the same building with them? Why can’t I just leave and do it my own way? You know their two-faced worship isn’t acceptable to God, so why must I keep company with them?

Tell it to Jesus. He never stopped attending the synagogues on the Sabbath, and that wasn’t even part of the Law, it was simply a tradition that had begun after the return from the captivity. He still attended the feast days right along with all those horrible people, even the Feast of Dedication, which was just a civil holiday. He never left the work God gave him to do because someone hurt his feelings. He never quit because people didn’t give him the due he deserved. He never allowed the sins of others to cause him to forsake the God who deserved his love and loyalty.

Are you going to let those phonies do that to you? If you do, doesn’t that make you one of them?

…The LORD is with you while you are with him. If you seek him, he will be found by you, but if you forsake him, he will forsake you. 2 Chronicles 15:2

When Keith was still an “apprentice preacher” under the tutelage of some local elders, one Sunday he ventured into an interpretation of a passage that he knew was not the standard. As he talked he noticed one of the elders grimacing constantly, and he knew he was in trouble.

As he tentatively approached that man after services and asked what the problem was, he was startled to hear him ask, “What do you mean?’ When Keith explained the reaction he saw, the brother laughed and said, “Oh that. I was just having some indigestion.” He added that he thought the interpretation was sound. What a relief!

Despite that little misunderstanding, the Bible talks a lot about body language and what it means.

But first, a little history. What we call "body language" is technically known as "kinesics," which is defined as the study of the way body movements and gestures can serve as nonverbal communication. The term was originated by Dr. Ray Birdwhistell in 1952, who estimated that no more than 30-35% of communication is actually accomplished through words. Really? Yes, just think about it. Holding your forefinger and thumb together in a circle with the other fingers straight up, patting the seat next to you, breaking out in a big grin, blowing a kiss, raising a hand in class, rolling your eyes—all of these are movements and gestures we see every day, perfect examples of body language.

Dr Birdwhistell was born September 18, 1918, and his studies in kinesics, which he named after the Greek word for movement, are legendary in the fields of anthropology, folklore, and psychiatry. And now back to body language in the Bible.

And the LORD said to Moses, “I have seen this people, and behold, it is a stiff-necked people, Ex 32:9. That phrase must be the most commonly used one I found in regard to body language. You know exactly what it means. Talk to someone you have an issue with and you will see his shoulders draw up and his chin point down, his chest poke out, and his jaws clench—all signs of tension in the neck area. It means here is a man who has already decided not to change his mind regardless what you say. Nehemiah says it this way…and they turned a stubborn shoulder and stiffened their neck and would not obey,Neh 9:29.

Centuries after God’s words to Moses, we find this: Do not now be stiff-necked as your fathers were, but yield yourselves to the LORD…2 Chron 30:8. You can only “yield” when you are pliable, and these people were rigid, determined not to listen and yield. And the trait was passed down to the sons, not because of genetics, but because children take their cues from their parents. Still later we find, You stiff-necked people, uncircumcised in heart and ears, you alwaysresist the Holy Spirit. As your fathers did, so do you, Acts 7:51. Body language does not change like spoken language. It remains the same for thousands of years.

Have you ever had a discussion with someone only to have that person start shaking his head no before you have even presented your reasoning? The Bible describes people who were just like that. But they refused to pay attention and turned a stubborn shoulder and stopped their ears that they might not hear, Zech 7:11. You automatically know that you will make no headway with that person. In fact, you also know that you will not receive whatever benefits you might have from his study because the conversation is over before it even starts. Isaiah says it this way:They know not, nor do they discern, for he has shut their eyes, so that they cannot see, and their hearts, so that they cannot understand, Isa 44:18. You are only hurting yourself when you won’t at least listen with an open mind.

Body language works with the righteous too. ​He who walks righteously and speaks uprightly, who despises the gain of oppressions, who shakes his hands, lest they hold a bribe, who stops his ears from hearing of bloodshed and shuts his eyes from looking on evil, he will dwell on the heights; his place of defense will be the fortresses of rocks; his bread will be given him; his water will be sure,Isa 33:15,16.

Yes, you have to be careful when judging body language. Sometimes a frown is simply a matter of indigestion. But a teacher knows when the same person wears the same look of indifference, boredom, or agitation every week. He knows when his words have struck a nerve. Most of us are so obvious it’s embarrassing. But he also knows when someone is eating up the study of God’s word, perhaps thinking of its application to his own life, perhaps eagerly wondering where a deeper study on the same subject might lead him when he returns home. A speaker sees the nods of encouragement from the older members and even the light bulbs going off in people’s minds.

Just as so many years ago, we speak a silent language, one that is obvious to anyone looking at us, even those who do not speak English. It’s a language that God can speak fluently. Be careful what you “say.”

For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart,Heb 4:12.

AuthorDene Ward has taught the Bible for more than forty years, spoken at women’s retreats and lectureships, and has written both devotional books and class materials. She lives in Lake Butler, Florida, with her husband Keith.